Waiting for the Love of the Husband

THE MCSS 18

"Hooked?" Asyraf pretended to be panicked when he actually wanted to laugh. "I just finished a meeting and now I want to see another client" Asyraf told a lie.

Aish who heard her husband's lies glared, she was about to scream but Ashraf went closer and snatched the right to breathe from her lips.

"Yes I have to start a girl. I'm gonna have to ask Hans to find a detective who's gonna be looking for Aish."

"Based on a bloated husband, the wife is missing because there is no panic." There was still the mother's scolding from across the street before the call was closed by Asyraf.

Asyraf pulled his lips from the lips of the wife who was pecking as if his body was being taken away. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward due to the reflex movements made by him.

"Your phone!" Asyraf raised his hand asking Aish to give him his phone.

"For what? Can't talk straight to the point." Aish refuses to give her phone.

"Yes we'll talk, but your phone will interfere. They'll find us easily on your phone. Where's?"

Rather than arguing a lot and stalling, Aish gave her phone away. "So?"

Asyraf received the wife's phone and immediately turned it off. Then he put it in the drawer with his cellphone which is both already in a state of inactivity. "Patience, we need Aish's energy. I can't speak on an empty stomach."

"No strong talk how? You just didn't stop talking." Aish is upset at feeling reflected. Not to mention because of the thrilling first kiss effect.

Asyraf ignored Aish who looked annoyed. He called the hotel and asked for lunch. Really sucks, no.

Before long the doorbell rang, the hotel maid delivered Ashraf's order.

"Let's eat!" asyraf's invitation was ignored by Aish. "Ash ...." Asyraf called out to the wife who turned her face away in a gentle tone.

"I don't want to eat. I want Mas to talk now let's get our business done. Go home and don't make the house people worry more."

Again, Ashraf did not heed the words of his wife. He took his plate and approached his wife. "A, open his mouth!" Asyraf pulled out his spoon to get Aish to eat. "Ash ...."

"You want what the hell? You've confused me a lot from earlier." Exasperated Aish's face until reddened, even with his eyes that began to glitter.

Asyraf breathed out and put his plate back on. He summarized Aish's face that almost dropped tears.

"I want to talk to you a lot, but I'm hungry." Huh basic Asyraf indeed no romantic-romantic. "Don't cry, your tears are too precious to follow your frustration. Can I get you now?"

Not in. Everything Aish saw from Asyraf today was not the Ashraf he knew. Indeed the annoying nature is still there, but the man no longer speaks in a thin tone.

"Eat ya!" Asyraf again pulled out his spoon. Finally for the first time they eat from the same plate and use the same spoon. Even with his drink.

Aish leaves for the bathroom when Asraf asks the waiter to clean up his lunch. He waited a long time for his wife to come out of the bathroom.

While in the bathroom, Aish is trying to neutralize an unusual heartbeat. All because of Ashraf's unusual treatment.

Ashraf looked at the open bathroom door. Throwing a smile at the wife who was still standing in the doorway. He patted the edge of the bed next to him, asking his wife to sit there.

"Aish, may I ask you to stay by my side. Peace my steps, raise Zia together." Asyraf clasped his wife's hand and now the position of the two is facing.

"Why should I stay by your side? Because your revenge hasn't been avenged?" Aish bowed his face, not daring to meet the husband.

Silent. "No, but because Zia needs you. She needs a mother like you. If we split up I won't necessarily find the same person for Zia."

"Only Zia needs me?" Aish braved to raise his face. Look at the beautiful face that is in front of him.

"Yes." Yeah." Asraf turned his face away, reluctantly admitting that he also needed Aish. Just two days apart feels like two years. But it wasn't Asyraf's name if he didn't feel the prestige of confessing his feelings.

"I'll stay by your side" said Aish.

"Why?" Asyraf looked back at Aish's face, so their gazes met each other. Channeling a suddenly tempestuous taste. It brings an unusual vibration.

"Because of my time as a wife, also because I love Zia. May this decision be the path of the field I collect the reward. The things of love belong to God, let God determine how much love is present."

"Isn't it because you were forced, or because you wanted to return my treatment?"

"I was taught not to hold grudges. For holding grudges like we drink poison every day and hope that the person we hate dies slowly. Though it's impossible because we drank the poison ourselves."

Aish's words were like a cool breeze. Like water that quenches thirst.

"Can?" ask Asyraf without releasing the hand on the wife's hand.

Aish nodded, understanding the husband's intentions. A warm kiss landed on his forehead. Warm and long, so that he closed his eyes to feel it. The kiss switches on both his eyeballs, cheeks, nose and lastly lands on the lips.

Not loose but the kiss becomes a movement that robs the right to breathe. They have to share their breath together. Soft and soothing. Mulling the energy that was just filled.

"Should it?" aish asked after they broke away to scoop up the air supply.

"If you're ridho, otherwise don't. Give yourself up when you feel ready. When you understand the contents of the heart that I'm afraid to express."

The content of a confused heart to express? What this means is that Ashraf is confessing his feelings even though not directly. Was he really expecting Aish? Should Aish be a submissive Syfa?"

"I have not prayed dzuhur, may I fulfill my duty to the Owner of Life first?" Only then will I fulfill my service as a wife."

"Don't Aish, don't push yourself. I'm too selfish if I ask too much." Asyraf commented a smile to his wife, presenting warmth to Aish. No embrace of the love of the husband but the attitude of Asyraf has represented it.

Maybe this is also the time for Aish to put off the ego. Acknowledging that he also expected Ashraf since the kabul ijab occurred. He held all that back so that Ashraf did not consider himself a weak woman who was too eager for love. So easily Asyraf will suppress it. All this is done as self-protection.